and rise up from the grave Christ is risen from the dead We are one with Him again Come awake, come awake Come and rise up from the grave Christ is risen
But the third day came along and brought the rhythm of life The stone was rolled away, an Angel proudly proclaimed (He lives, He lives) He lives Christ is risen (Christ is risen
t I quit? I'm not a looser like you a reviewer like you A liar or a hypocrite like you I'm not a frustrated beaten musician like you I would rather be a Has
Eternal Father strong to save Whose arm has bound the restless wave Who bids the mighty ocean deep It's own appointed limits keep O hear us when we cry
rising) Isabella, we are rising Isabella, we are rising Isabella, we are rising Isabella, we are rising Isabella, we are rising Isabella, we are rising
trumpets sound God has answered Jerusalem's cry Soon the dead in Christ will rise And join Him in he sky Even unbelivers will see God has answered Jerusalem's cry God has
Killah Priest] Yeah they wanna musify me man Just like they crucified Christ But this is music, they musified me But just like him, if I die I rise in
rock jewels, run up in your temple for manuals Annual bangouts from Jericho to New Jerus' I walk through my hood like Christ with my apostles Thief in
, oh no, oh no I'm on the road to heaven and hell Don't even bother me ever since eleven and twelve I've been that prodigy though life has never been
(In KIM's room she has dressed TAM in his best clothes. She lights candles at her family shrine, then picks up the photo of her parents.) [KIM] From
walk away, Don't wanna walk away How do I sense the tide that's rising? De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity, How do I sense the tide that's rising
away, Don't wanna walk away. How do I sense the tide that's rising? De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity, How do I sense the tide that's rising
storm The face of Christ is leaping from the storm You tend to get religious on these runs. Rise to power! Rise to power! Rise to power! Rise to power
Desecrating - with possesed burning eyes hell has risen - the gods of pain Pull the veins - tear out the rotted soul take the last breath - snuff out
Desecrating - with possessed burning eyes hell has risen - the gods of pain Pull the veins - tear out the rotted soul take the last breath - snuff out
Written by GLENN TIPTON & CHRIS TSANGARIDES Unholy Satan begs He don't make no sense Striving down there to Recruit all of you Do not live in sin Or
blasphemy Orgies in blood shall deflorate its purity Defecate on the liars book of sick belief No one shall be saved, the way to hell has here been paved
join and sing All to Christ our King! How constant How divine This song of ours will rise Oh, how constant How divine This love of ours will rise Will rise